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Of Machines Hidden Track

: I told you once, im not telling you again, Secrets are kept by your men, And I told you once, im not telling you again, When we survive, we only pretend

All the while 1-2-3-4 everything is beautiful 5-6-7-8 gotta love to learn to hate A-B-C-D I'm a little old machine L-O-V-Es gonna be the death of me

years, where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden

On the side of right Drunk on the blood of evil ninja's In a boss fight Boss Fight! Boss Fight! Boss Fight! Boss Fight! I track the evil genius Back into his hidden

years, where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden

Cave and Grooving with a Pict [Distant banter] [l) Baby Lemonade] Please, Please Baby Lemonade [m) Welcome to the Machine] [Jim Roberti / Gary Wehrkamp:] Welcome my son, welcome to the machine

in the sun now That's when the phone rings Friday evening and I'm all alone at home I know my friends are havin fun I'll plan my weekend, damn it, leave the machine

a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life

savage years, where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden